Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 202 Beauxbaton
"So, you want me to be your secret keeper?" Penello looked at Hera in disbelief. She had just woke up from her nap when she heard such shocking news.

Hera bought a house!

No, Hera is going to build a love nest with her! ?

"Couldn't it be too soon, father and mother haven't seen you yet?" Penello said shyly, not noticing that the neckline of her pajamas was accidentally slightly wider.

Hera stared at the neckline intently, and said indifferently: "It's nothing, it's just a house I got from someone else. I think you are someone I can trust, so I consider you to be my secret keeper. As long as you don't tell others, no one will be able to find it, even if they put their noses on the glass of the living room, they won't see it."

"Okay then." Penello's face was blushing like a blushing apple, but her movement of covering her face directly blocked the scenery on her chest.

"Ugh"

"What's wrong? Hera."

"No—nothing."

The old house of Blake after concluding the Fidelity Curse looks the same, at least in the eyes of Hera and Penello, and in the eyes of passing Muggles, there is no change at all, but in terms of wizards who once knew its location, the old house of Blake has disappeared!
Yes, Hera's Loyalty Curse is aimed at those dark wizards, those lackeys who used to be the Dark Lord!
God knows if they will habitually break into the house suddenly, Hera is not interested in being the cleaner of the old house—cleaning out wave after wave of uninvited guests.

The way to see off Penello was quite easy, probably thanks to the effect of the Charm of Loyalty, Penello went home contentedly, which saved Hera a considerable amount of energy.

"The next step is to go to the Tulip Manor. It's getting late. I hope old Nick is not in a hurry." Hera sighed, looking at the back of Penello walking upstairs, with a wry smile at the corner of her mouth.

Time flies by in Nick Flamel's Tulip Manor, especially when a master alchemist gives him all the money, Nick seems to be rejuvenated. He is full of energy in the underground library, holding alchemy products and tapping on the small blackboard with a magic wand, which makes their progress much faster than Hera's reading alone.

This made Hera a little worried about Nick's physical condition.

"Teacher, your body."

Nicolome shook his head and asked back: "My body? My body is in great shape. You must have guessed that everything I do is to deceive a person."

Hera nodded. He probably knew who Nicolas was referring to. He was definitely our greatest White Demon King.

After all, the Dark Lord didn't know which snake he was curled up on to survive. Compared with Dumbledore, he was really pitiful.

A month passed in a flash, probably in the blink of an eye, and Hera didn't even learn one-tenth of Nick's knowledge—of course, this is not realistic, even if Hera is a genius.

But Nick obviously selected the most reasonable magic knowledge based on Hera's current strength, including but not limited to Charms, Alchemy, Potions, etc., and even Divination, Nick gave Hera a brief introduction.

"Except for the little guy Trelawney who has some talent in this world, most of them are liars." Nick looked at Hera and curled his lips. "I don't think you have any talent for prophecy. Don't waste your energy on it."

"Ok."

Hera dared to say that standing in front of him a month ago, he would definitely... Forget it, he might not be able to beat him.

The combat power has not improved significantly, just think about it, how could it be possible to improve so quickly in a month! ?

Professor Nicholas's knowledge is more about improving Hera's comprehensive strength in all aspects, which is enough for Hera to deal with various emergencies and avoid being at a loss when encountering situations.

"Okay, young man, let's go. Don't lose my reputation." Nicolas stood up and patted Hera on the shoulder. If you say that he is more than 600 years old, no one will believe it—he even looks much younger than Dumbledore.

Hera hesitated for a long time, and even took half a step out of the door, but she couldn't help but turned around and asked, "Teacher, I still have a question to ask you."

"I thought you wouldn't ask me that question." Nick laughed.

Hera scratched her head, "Teacher, I am a Parseltongue. Obviously, I didn't have the Parseltongue ability after Animagus, but I have always had it."

"I don't know much about your identity, or only the person involved will know." Nick sat on the sofa again, picked up a glass of red wine and sipped it. "Maybe you have to ask Little Tom, he is the one who knows your identity best—are you the Gaunt family or his descendants."

"Well, okay." Hera smiled wryly, tightened the suitcase in her hand, and was ready to go.

"Remember, your identity is very simple, you are just my closed disciple. Apart from Hera Lestrange, you are just my disciple, and there is nothing more important than that."

"As you wish." Hera bowed slightly, paying tribute to the man half lying on the sofa.

Grabbing the round-brimmed hat on the coat rack, Hera tapped the ground with her toes.

"Mr Hera"

"Beauxbatons."

Snapped!
Manglan snapped his fingers, and the figures of the two disappeared at the door. Nick's eyes gradually moved from the TV to there, and the amber pupils shone with light, similar to Dumbledore's, but not as bright.

"I hope you can grow up in Beauxbatons, time is running out."

When Hera opened his eyes again, he was relieved. He was already in the middle of the Pyrenees. This is the largest mountain range in France and even in southwestern Europe. It is the border mountain between France and Spain. The climate is pleasant, and it is located here in Beauxbatons.

Standing on the square in front of Beauxbaton Castle, Hera could see the majestic manor that was enough to amaze everyone, surrounded by the vast lawns and mountains that were conjured by magic.

The comparison of Hogwarts was extremely bad. The dark Forbidden Forest and the dark Black Lake seemed to be black. How could it be as beautiful as Beauxbatons?
It's all Hagrid's fault, his deformed aesthetics have caused Hogwarts' painting style to be all wrong.

"Welcome, Professor Lestrange, I have heard Master Nick Flamel mentioned you a long time ago."

　Thanks to Adi Arthur for the 100-point reward! ! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)